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-I'm here to see Simon. Is he here?
-Right in front of you.

You're using A.I. to support Hart.

Support?
Map, execute, command.

Why did you fall out of
favor with your squadron?

That night at the warehouse, I was
under duress. Vulnerable to compromise.

-Who do you work for?
-Simon flipped my kill switch.

Who else had the knowledge of
the Correction programme?

A profoundly loyal spy,

a rare or precious stone,
or a gem.

They were never planning
to kill you, Rachel.

They were planning to kill
your reputation.

Commander Carey, do you know
how easy to compromise

your colleagues?

Besides Commissioner Yates?

Who else in my department
have you blackmailed?

The timing, the staging...

The position of the camera.

Panic over.

They're gonna have to have
the podium on the right

and the Carey cam in the middle.

You brought down Correction.

If anyone can bring
down the Increment, it's you.

That's not my sister.

Abigail Carey.
Activist and Podcaster?

That's a Deepfake.

Are you sure? Famously difficult
to verify, I understand.

-Let me to speak to her.
-No one's taken your phone.

Give her a try.

-Hello?
-Abi?

Rachel, where are you?

Abi, I need you to listen.

-Why are you speaking like that?
-Speaking like what?

-So serious. You're freaking me out.
-Because this is serious, Abigail.

Look at the camera.

Where did we go on our
first family holiday together?

When I first moved to London.

What? I don't know.

Think, Abigail.
Think.

Ramsgate? No. Margate?

This is stressing me out so much.
What if I get it wrong?

-Rachel?
-Yeah, I'm here.

Rachel, are you there?

Yeah, Abi? I'm here. I can hear you.

Abi?

The next phone call you make
will be to Counter-Terrorism-Command.

You will tell your officers
to drag James Whitlock back

into Police Custody and charge
him for the murder of Isaac Turner.

And if I don't?

Are you still sure this is a deepfake?

Or is that your sister Abigail
under that hood?

Gun to the head.

Tom, what did you used to call Garland
when she wore that coat?

What, the fake fur?

Cruella Rimington.

Tom. This call isn't secure.
I know you've been blackmailed

and I know Veritas is compromised.

I'm not interested in excuses or denials.
I just need to you listen.

Yes, ma'am.

If Ops Room One is fit for purpose, run
a Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey, my sister.

-Ma'am?
-Tom?

Tom.

-Comms check. Kilo One. Now.
-Control to Kilo One? Do you read?

-What's the concern?
-Kilo One, do you read?

Commander Carey's under duress.
Run Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey.

Poor Abi.

If you've got Abigail, let me see her.

Take me to her.
Make me watch with my own eyes.

Sorry.

That's not part of the plan.

Control, All Units.
Sentinel One is down.

Repeat, Sentinel One is down.

Commander's vehicle?
You still tracking Rachel's phone?

I've been trying to tell you.

-What do you know about it?
-She's in trouble.

-No shit.
-Phone is out of range.

Last known location,
Rotherhithe Tunnel.

Repeat, Rotherhithe Tunnel.

Take me with you.
I can help.

You fill out the Risk Assessment, mate.
We'll see you in about a month, yeah?

Your boys aren't gonna find her, Danny.

And what hope have they got
against E-Squadron if they do?

All I need is my handset
and a C-R-2302.

-A what?
-It's a battery.

-And maybe a little help installing it.
-Not a bleeding chance.

If Rachel Carey has been taken
by my Squadron, I know where she is.

-Where?
-The Kingsway Exchange.

But if you don't know the tunnels
like I do, you'll never find her.

Danny.

-You haven't seen what he can do.
-Yes, I have.

I happen to owe Rachel Carey my life.

Least I can do is risk it trying
to save hers.

And chances are,
that's what it will take.

When was the last time
you made a decision?

I beg your pardon?

For yourself, I mean.
Not Simon.

Go on. Try it. Take me to Abigail.

Put the data down and

start acting like a Commanding
Officer, and not a cog.

You can't do it, can you?

You can't scratch your nose
unless Simon F...king Says.

Decorated Military Officers taking
orders from an algorithm.

It's pathetic.

Well, I've taken orders from schoolboys
straight out of Sandhurst.

I'll take my chances with A.I.

-Clear.
-Wait, no. No. Wait, no.

-Clear for executive action.
-No. Wait! Abi?

Wait. Abi, no, wait! Wait!

Was it her?

-Guard!
-Was it her?

Was it f...king her?

Was it her?

Wizard, you beauty.

Thank you.

Could you please state your name?

-Yes. My name...
-Would you mind speaking up, please?

My name...

is Jacqueline Goldcross.

I served in the Security Service
M-I-5 for thirty-six years.

For the last ten of those years, I ran
a Deep Cover Operation inside S-O-15

under the name of Detective
Superintendent, Gemma Garland.

What was the goal of the Operation?

M-I-5 had failed to stop
a succession of Terrorist Attacks.

The Public were tired of excuses.

We needed to find a way to stop
violent extremists before they could act.

So, decided to start fitting
them up with fake evidence.

The Correction Program never
once faked a single piece of evidence.

I'm confused.

Well, perhaps, I could illustrate
by using a past case as an example?

Please do.

The first, for instance?

The first?

The first case of the Correction Program.

James Whitlock.

The suspect
in the Westminster Attack.

Yes, Lord Frederickson.

What?

Whitlock came onto our
radar seven years ago,

when he started sending death threats.

To whom?

Local Councillors,
Police Officers, Magistrates...

Anyone in a position of authority
Whitlock deemed an enemy.

I have a copy of
the un-redacted Police Report

I can submit to the Inquiry,
if that would be helpful?

It would, indeed, Ms. Goldcross.

Whitlock posed a threat.

A risk to public safety.
So, we launched digital intercepts.

You mean you hacked
his computers and other devices.

-Yes, Lord Frederickson.
-And what did you discover?

A Murder Manifesto.

Dates, Times, Reconnaissance.

James Whitlock was planning
a shooting spree.

And he'd laid it out
in a video confession.

-Sounds like compelling evidence.
-Yes, it would have been.

By the time we raided his property
and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken
a magnet to the hard drive.

Wiped the lot.
I ask you, Lord Frederickson.

If you had the means to recreate
that footage so a Jury could see it,

to judge for themselves how serious
a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

If evidence can be brought
back to life, is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense,
the truth?

James Whitlock got Eighteen Years
for Conspiracy to Murder.

And the streets were safer without him.

Until a year ago.

What happened a year ago?

Well-meaning Whistleblowers from
S-O-15 decided to expose Correction.

Whitlock's Lawyers knew
they had a case.

Decisions were made. A deal was
done. Whitlock was set free.

I understand James Whitlock is

no longer a suspect in the
Westminster Attack.

He was released from custody
this morning.

Well, that is one decision
I can't be held responsible for.

Kilo Nine, go ahead.

We need to switch up
Whitlock's Security Detail.

His profile's on the rise, thanks to
the Inquiry. Change of address sent.

Received.
That's Whitlock's home address.

P.P.O.'s are waiting with his family.
He'll be secure there.

Understood.

You're starting to make Simon
look sloppy.

-Where's Abigail?
-No longer with us, I'm afraid.

Then, where's the body?

My sister was never here, was she?
That Execution was Deepfake.

If you really shot my sister,
then where is she? Where is the body?

Maddening, isn't it?

Never knowing what to believe.

Simon said you'd save your sister.
Again, you defied the data.

I guess the only person that matters
more to you than your code of honor...

is yourself.

You paint a rosy portrait of Correction,
Ms. Goldcross.

But it seems you've overlooked
something.

If one has the means to recreate
evidence,

one has the means to change it.

What's to stop an overzealous
Police Detective

embellishing the deepfake footage?

Painting a gun, in place of a knife.

That would never happen
on my watch, Lord Frederickson.

And what about others
in the Program above you?

-Were they as scrupulous?
Above me, Lord Frederickson?

Well, I understand you controlled
the flow of information, as Gatekeeper.

To whom did it flow?
G.C.H.Q.? M-I-6?

Who else in British Intelligence was
involved in the Correction Program?

Correction was kept tight.

I was the Gatekeeper
and Commanding Officer.

None of my superiors at M-I-5
or any British Intelligence agency

had knowledge of, or involvement
in, the Correction Program.

She's falling on her sword.

-What about in Government?
-Besides the Home Secretary?

I had Operational Control
without oversight.

I ran the Correction Program
with autonomy.

And I take full responsibility
for that.

Rachel was right.
This is a f...king whitewash.

Ready to join your sister?

Say hello to Abigail for me.

Is it true?

What's that?

Abi.

Is it real?

She didn't feel a thing.

Goodbye, Rachel.

You seem almost proud of
your involvement in the program.

You must have known
what you were doing was illegal.

Balancing the needs of
National Security and Justice

has always meant stark choices and
difficult decisions, Lord Frederickson.

I wonder if you're familiar with
the writings of Benjamin Franklin.

I believe he had something to say
about the balancing act you describe.

At the risk of paraphrasing,
those who give up Liberty...

Those who would give up
essential Liberty

to purchase a little temporary Safety,
deserve neither.

I believe I had it on my wall
at University, Lord Frederickson.

It's a pity you didn't remember
Mr. Franklin's wisdom

while you were Deepfaking Evidence,
Ms. Goldcross.

Benjamin Franklin wasn't monitoring
three thousand Terror Suspects a day,

wondering which one was
going to blow the British Public up next.

Correction kept extremists
off the streets.

It put violent offenders behind bars,
where they belonged.

Correction kept us safe,
Lord Frederickson. Correction...

Oh, we lost that. Coming to three.

The Correction Program stopped
Mass Shootings and Terror Plots.

If I seem proud, Lord Frederickson,
that is because I am. Deeply.

The Correction Program saved lives.

I fear for Public Safety without it.

Amen.

Outside of the Frederickson
Enquiry. Shots fired.

Active gunman in the building.

We have a confirmed fatality.
Repeat, confirmed fatality.

White Rabbit is down.

Repeat, White Rabbit is down.
No eyes on target.

Repeat. White Rabbit...

Picture's back up.

Studio, stand by.

We're heading there now.

Did we get him?

Hard drives went down,
as well as the feeds. Didn't get him.

Tash?

I got him.

D.C. Tan?

Mum?

Ellie, sweetheart, I'm home.

Simon says thank you.

Gemma Garland.

You just killed Gemma Garland.

I know.
I'm as surprised as anyone.

I was coming to save you.

F...k, that burns.

Are you gonna call it in, or...

You were coming to save me?

I thought I was. But as soon as
I powered up my heart and my handset

there was a new mission
waiting for me.

What, and that was it?
Back to work.

No free will of your own.

Yeah. On balance,
I'm not sure I believe in that.

I'm a soldier, Rachel.

-I follow orders.
-You don't even know why.

Oh, come... come on.

That's obvious.

Stay with me. Why?
Why did you kill her?

Garland dies... Correction dies.
As far as the world is concerned.

If you leave Simon to use it as he wants,
he'll leave you alone.

So you see, Rachel?

I did save you.

In the end.

I am getting you out of here.
Stay with me, William.

Kilo One, Control.

Control, do you read?

Yes. Yes, I think that was him.

Are you certain, Lord Frederickson?

There was a lot going on
in that Courtroom.

Yeah, he was staring at me
for four or five seconds. Maybe more.

It was him.

That's the man I saw.

Police have still to confirm
the identity of the gunman

who opened fire inside
the Frederickson Enquiry,

despite footage recovered by the BBC
appearing to show James Whitlock.

Yeah, and we won't be confirming it.

They don't need us to confirm it.

It's there for all to see.
They've made their point.

James Whitlock was planning
a shooting spree,

and he'd laid it out
in a video confession.

By the time we raided his property
and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken a magnet
to the hard drives, wiped the lot.

If only the Correction Program
was still up and running.

Whitlock would still be inside.

The Westminster Attacks
would have been avoided.

I mean, who could resist that narrative?

I had operational control
without oversight.

It's a whitewash.

She just went along with it.

Correction died with Garland.
That's what the public will think.

If you had the means to recreate
that footage so a jury could see it,

to judge for themselves how serious
a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

Well, she won't be looking
over your shoulder anymore.

How are you holding up, ma'am?

Now, I know you and Garland
weren't exactly best friends, but...

I always got the impression
that she was something...

If you're gonna say Surrogate Mother,
you can f...k off.

Mentor is what I was gonna say.

If evidence can be brought back
to life, is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense,
the truth?

I've got my seven-twenty-eight, ma'am.

I'm gonna hand it in to
the Commissioner's Office today.

I f...ked up.
I don't know what else to say.

You're not the only one.

Could I ask you to
step to the side, please?

-Oh, sorry. Is there a problem or...
-Morning, Paige.

Someone will be on to escort you.

-You know I'm here every day.
-Nothing to be alarmed about.

-Khadija.
-Rachel. I'm so sorry.

So you should be.

You managed to put out

a prime-time commercial
for Correction yesterday afternoon.

How's that for impartiality?

I meant I'm sorry for your loss.

Are you any closer to I.D.'ing
the gunman?

The cameras went down,
but you've seen our phone footage.

You mean the footage
from Natasha Hayes?

Yeah, that's why I'm calling,
Khadija.

I thought you ought to know
you've got a Mole in your Team.

So do I.

Natasha forced me.

She said she was gonna
leak the pictures

if I didn't do exactly what she said.

She was going to destroy me.

That's Natasha Hayes
in custody, ma'am.

Her laptop's here with Tech.

Outstanding.
Let me know when you find it.

-I think they've found it, ma'am.
-Send me the capture.

No, please.

Oh, I want to see it, Paige.
I think we all want to see it.

-I'm dying to see it.
-Sending.

-I was young.
-Received.

-I didn't know it was offensive.
-Received.

It was Fresher's Week, for f...k's sake!

-What am I looking at?
-Is this it?

-This is what they blackmailed you over?
-Yeah.

I still don't know what I'm looking at.

She's wearing a Pocahontas outfit.

I'm not Native American. If that got
out, no one would ever hire me again.

You could always claim that your
great-grandmother was Cherokee.

That's really offensive.

I'm not the one wearing braids.

-Put them out.
-What?

-Post them online.
-Yes, ma'am.

No, just wait.

How long will it take
to leak them to the Press?

-I'm sure the Guardian will go for it.
-No.

-Send them an exclusive.
-Please. My life would be over.

Your life is over.

How would you like to add
Conspiracy to Murder to your C.V.?

You are looking at fifteen years.

If you're lucky, they might
let you run the prison website.

If you want to bargain for a deal,
start talking.

What did Natasha want in return
for burying this scandal?

Random stuff!
Wanted the timing of the Launch.

She wanted the layout of the room.

She wanted the Carey Cam
center stage, facing the audience.

Why did she want
the camera facing the audience?

Because the rest of the cameras
would be facing the stage.

So, our camera would be
the only one on the gunman.

And we still wouldn't get a shot of him.

So, the demo camera had
no memory card or video drive?

Ma'am, we've been through all this.

But the Live feed was being
sent back here.

Before the power went down,
it was, yes.

So... some of the Carey Cam
footage survived.

The stuff leading up to the attack.

The stuff leading up to the attack, yeah.
But that's sort of the problem.

It cuts before the shooter shows up.

Although...

I could take another look.
Make sure nothing was missed?

I mean, there's no harm in taking a look.

Thanks, boys.

Like what you've done with the place.

Okay. I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

That's where the footage stops.

Not anymore.

I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

And I refuse to call it
acting Commander S-O-15.

I'm afraid she's not acting...

Commander Rachel Carey.

That is it.
That is what happened.

Rachel.

All the major outlets have it.
It will go live when you're on air.

You ready?

Sure you want to do this, ma'am?

It isn't Correction
until you say it's real.

Good evening, everyone.

The hunt for the man
who killed Isaac Turner is over.

William Walker,
a rogue Special Forces Officer

who terrorized Westminster
for five long days,

was shot and fatally wounded

by Armed Police last night
after seven P.M.

Thanks to the tireless
work of our Technical Officers,

we have now recovered footage
from a Veritas Smart Camera,

in operation at the time of the attack.

Run V.T.

Key video evidence.

Which shows beyond doubt
the identity of the shooter.

The footage broadcast
by news outlets

in the aftermath of the attack
was deepfaked.

James Whitlock was nowhere
near Westminster that day.

He was, once again,
a victim of Correction.

-Open the floodgates.
-Sir.

But Walker was not working alone.

And the hunt for the people
behind this Act of Treason

will not stop until every one
of them is brought to justice.

What the f...k?

Sir?

Can you comment on
the Breaking News, Commander?

Was Walker a Russian Spy?

-Run Facial Rec.
-Run Facial Rec on...

On whoever the f...k this is now.

Face Match.

Ninety-seven point nine percent.

Behind this act of treason
will not stop

until every one of them
is brought to justice.

Congratulations, Rachel.

There's talk at the Treasury
of Veritas getting the green-light.

Carey Cams to be rolled out, Nationwide.

No wonder, all the press they're getting.

You caught Correction in the act.

And so did we.

And now, you've got something on me.

What happens to my case?

Your case is closed.
You got your man.

William Walker is an Enemy of
the British State. He entered the U.K.

Undetected, just two weeks ago,
on the same flight as Anton Koslov.

You used Anton Koslov as a decoy.

Walker was working
for Russian Black Ops.

This is a Defense matter now.

Is Russian behind Isaac
Turner's assassination?

You're staging a Russian False Flag Op.

What's your endgame?
Simon says World War Three?

Not quite.

Do you know which puzzle
we asked Simon to solve about you?

We asked Simon,

"What would it take to persuade
Rachel Carey to use Correction?"

What would it take for
the woman who brought down

the Correction Program to use
Deepfake Evidence of her own free will?

Or, at least, the illusion of it?

It was the only way to prove
what f...king happened.

Useful, isn't it?

"Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum."

Simon's endgame.
In a nutshell.

English, please. They didn't
teach much Latin at my school.

If you want Peace, prepare for war.

We'll try not to cramp your style.

We'll be in touch if and
when we need your discretion.

You mean if and when you need me

to turn a blind eye to acts of
Murder and Treason.

You can always quit, if you prefer.

Be a shame,
after all you've achieved.

All you've sacrificed.

If I quit, what happens then?

Am I out?

Or am I looking over my shoulder
for the rest of my life?

Simon's powers of suggestion
can only go so far.

He doesn't make you do things
you don't want to do.

On some level, you have to want it, too.
Whether you're conscious of it or not.

We both know you're not gonna quit,
Rachel.

We don't need Simon to predict that.

The Prime Minister has called
an emergency COBRA meeting tonight,

after reports that the man who shot
and killed Isaac Turner

may have been working
for Russian Military Intelligence.

Walker was fatally wounded
by armed police officers yesterday.

The assassination of
a Home Secretary is an Act of War.

Lord Frederickson's Enquiry...

The Government needs to rethink
its Defense spending or we are toast.

You want to start making arrests?

Here.

-What's that?
-That is everything I have on Yates.

Yates?

I mean, I thought it wise
not to send anything digitally.

You know, Chain of Evidence?
As we build our dossier?

Evidence of what?

What do you think? The breach.
The compromised vetting.

The deepfake video files.

Deputy Commissioner, forgive me,

but I haven't the faintest
idea what you're talking about.

Rachel Carey.

They got to you.

If you have evidence of misconduct
against Commissioner Yates or...

anyone else, I suggest you contact
the Police Complaints Commission.

But before you do,

ask yourself...

do you really have enough
to go on?

Against all the evidence
they will have against you.

Gentlemen.

Cheers.

What?

Here.

That's really cute.

The trouble with people
who can't talk about their work?

You can't really ask
how their day was.

Well, you can ask.

How was your day, Rachel?

I can't talk about my work, Abi.
You know that.

Is there gonna be a war?

Not if I can help it, Abi.

Good, because I don't
think I could handle that.

Can I sleep in your room?

Sure, go for it.

Why don't you move in?

What? Here? Seriously?

Well, it's just a thought.

I'll think about it.

-You coming to bed?
-Yeah. In a minute.

And another whiskey.

Abi.

Thanks.

It's nice to be asked,
even if I can't answer.

Sorry, I...

I never even asked you
how your day was.

Oh, nothing ever happens to me.

What the f...k?

What is it?

I can't talk about it.

That's really f...ked up.

I promise I won't do this
if you live here.

You can.

I'll be in, in a minute.

I will.

Goodnight, Secret Agent.

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